"Christ," The nurse swore. "The superintendent is here."
"This is a shit show," her coworker agreed. "This whole hospital has been abuzz with cops yammering about what happened."
"I couldn't have said it any better."
"So...All this to...what?" She tittered. "Free Michael Myers?"
"I know," the nurse rolled her eyes. "Just imagine how the father must feel. His wackjob son breaks into Ridgemont Sanitarium, then into his house, steals a gun, kidnaps his sister who's a witness, then takes off with Myers to Smith's Grove. And, then you have the director of Smith's Grove paying him to do all of it."
"Have you seen the girl? Poor thing. I was just in her room. She killed a man, y'know. That Wynn guy. It wasn't the brother."
"Ugh. They're all crazy. If anything, I hope she gets locked up too." When an attending doctor passed by the nurses cowered in the corner, pretending to organize a rolling shelf. "You should've seen the way she was looking at me." She whispered. "Oof. I get chills just thinking about it."
"What's the obsession with Myers? People are treating him like a mafia boss."
"Well, have you seen pictures of the hunk? If he were my boyfriend..." The nurse fluttered her eyelashes as she allowed herself a moment's reverie.
"Martha…" Her coworker hissed, a tone meant to chasten. "You are describing a psychopathic killer who has a disproportionate amount of women victims. And he's on the loose right now. Probably killing more women."
"He does not." Martha narrowed her eyes. "The victim demographics are pretty even."
"Sweetheart, you have a boyfriend. Also how do you know Myers is good looking?"
"I have the newspaper clippings they released of his face from last year."
"Okay, that's just creepy…People don't do that, Marth."
"Look who's talking. You do the same with William Shatner."
"HE is not a serial killer."
"Oh, whatever."
"And...Didn't Myers get his face burned off last year? That means you've got the hots for someone who probably looks like a crispy critter. Sorry to break it to ya, but you're in love with the Before pictures. Take a look at him with the After shots. I'm sure you'll go dry."
The two nurses both sensed the approaching man, and plastered on their most demure smiles.
"Sir, can we help you?"
Dr. Loomis returned them with a curt nod.
"Ladies, might I ask that you take good care of Miss Carmen Doe? She hasn't eaten all day, and I'd think it'd be best if we tried to keep her spirits up during this difficult time," Dr. Loomis requested.
A prim brow lifted on each of the women's faces. "The girl that's in on all of this?" Martha asked testily.
"She's quite innocent actually," Dr. Loomis said lightly. "We haven't found a reason that she was part of this...plot."
"Then," Martha considered for a moment, with a brief pause of hesitation, "Absolutely sir."
As the man walked away, Martha whipped her head over her shoulder and whispered conspiratorially to her friend, "I bet you she has the hots for Michael Myers."